A red one.

If I remember correctly,
 I wore a ribbon tied in a bow for at least an entire 365 days when I was 17.

Just a little ribbon transformed into something so, so cute.
So, whoever thought of tying a bow around a man's collar:
God bless you. 
Whoever you are, wherever you are, you must have the cutest name.
And your grandpa must always look cute, too. 
A closet full of so many cute ones.
Polka dots.
Paisley.

Bowties.
Love making them. Love finding them in cute shops.

But when my darling boy wears a bow tie,

holy smokes.

I love adjusting it.

I love matching it with my red dress.

Just me, my man and that little bow.

I am one blessed, blessed woman.

Lately when I'm just walking down the street, sunlight bursting in the clear blue sky, warm face (warm heart), all of a sudden just so very content. 

And can I just point out, it's red.
A red bow tie.
And patterned.
I just can't even.